My Grandpa

So sorry for the lack of updates, but I'm still at my mom's house and I've been crazy-busy.

(You know what's weird? For the longest time I would say "I'm going home" when I was going to my mom's... like I still considered her house my house. But I just typed "at my mother's house" without thinking. Nice to see that I've finally grown up.)

Anyway, my grandpa broke his hip and is staying at a rehab facility while it heals, so I've been going there to visit him daily with my mom. (A rehab facility is kind of like a nursing home, but not quite.) It's sad to see him getting older and breaking down because he's always been such a strong man, but it's amazing to see his children come together to make things easier for him.

My mom has eight brothers and sisters (nine kids total) and they all take turns going to visit my grandpa so he never has to be alone. The closeness of all of them and the dedication to him is amazing to me. In the end, it's your family who will always be there for you.... I realize this more and more as I get older. It's no secret that I'm close to my family... now I know where I get it from.

One funny thing before I go... My grandpa was born in Belfast and has always been feisty, with a hot Irish temper. One morning while he was doing his exercises, I caught him looking around at all the other patients/residents there with a scowl on his face. When I asked him if he knew any of them or has made any friends there, he looked at me like I was crazy. "No," he said. "They're all old people."

God love him... he's 86.